Sep 19, 2025
Ralph Fiennes The Constant Gardener
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Ralph Fiennes The Constant Gardener
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A beautiful day outside meant a slow day at the bookstore - not that Cara minded. She was just as happy matching people up with their perfect tomes as she was shelving them, which was what she was currently doing, contently lost in the stacks. That was until the little bell attached to the top of the door rang, letting her know that a potential customer had entered the shop. She shifted the books she had left to shelve to one arm, calling out, โIโll be there in a moment,โ before emerging from the stacks. She offered the woman at the door a polite smile as she set the books on the counter, asking, โHow can I help you today?โ
@kit-just-kit con't from here
There's a small smug smirk that pulls at the lips of the blond as he gets her to say please. Of course, it wasn't entirely in a fully sincere way but it would do for now. "Was that so hard?" Leon asked with the remaining look on his face before he turns to leave, doing exactly as she asked. It wasn't hard to find him, he thought he was getting away with it until he approached from behind and easily dragged him by his collar. Enhanced strength from what he was would do that to someone, tying him up wasn't anywhere difficult either. Eventually, he pulled out his phone and texted Kit that everything was ready. All he needed to do now, was wait.
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Fergus couldn't remember the last time he'd taken a bath, let alone one that smelled so nice. He mostly connected baths with childhood, with steering brightly coloured plastic ships through mountains of bubbles while his mother washed his hair. He'd swapped baths for showers when he hit puberty and he honestly didn't think he'd had once since.
So this was different.
Another difference was that he had definitely never shared a bath (that one time with his cousin when they'd been 6 didn't count). It wasn't as awkward as he had expected, now that they were both in the tub, Kit and him, the water warm and foamy, and he was sitting between her legs, leaning back against her. It made him feel warm and content. Relaxed. Safe.
"This is nice," he sighed quitely, resting his head against her chest while he idly ran his hand through the water. "Why haven't we done his before?"
[Text: unknown sender] It's K. Did you find it? Are you safe? Sorry it's been so long, had to make sure I wasn't being tailed anymore x
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[text:unknown number] Are you okay? Where are you? I thought the worst
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@kit-just-kit wanted a starter from Leon Kaiser:
Normally he would be used to the dead bodies he found, carnage itself was something he provided years ago. It was the reason he was still here over two thousand years later. However, this wasn't his doing, he hoped. He hadn't lost control, had he? His temper had been in check for centuries, Leon liked to think anyway. No, he would have remembered if this was something he had done. Hazel eyes took in the murders, head turning to look at a figure that seemed to appear out of no where. His body tensed, not that he was afraid to die because he couldn't, but that didn't mean he liked having to think about having to delve back into that darker side of him to defend himself if needed. "Did you do this?" He asks, expression serious with the tone to match.
โย wait are you jealous?ย โ
JEALOUS, FIERCLY PROTECTIVE & TERRITORIAL PROMPTS: ACCEPTING
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"Jealous?" Richard let out a fragile scoff as he crossed his arms over his chest, in a desperate attempt to shy his gaze away from Kit's. "When have I e'er been...-- No. I'm not jealous. I just... I just didn't like the way tha' guy was talkin' to ye', is all? Or lookin' at ye'? Seriously, doesn't he know yer' eyes are above chest level," he grumbled.
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he hated these things. the long drawn out speeches, the toasting. all expensive. he stood in the middle of it, his eyes scanning over the designer this and the designer that. some of the pieces they were at their necks, on their shoulders cost thousands. it was so bloody rich he could smell it in the air. he feels an uncertain tug at him then. but he manages a dance or three with the pretty ones who want to, a few handshakes here and there. the night wasn't dwindling down just yet. but he had done enough of the bloody game to be heading out towards the balcony. he didn't want the quiet. no, it was quiet enough in there with soft chatter and the classical music. he wanted something loud and hectic, something where he could get bloody wasted and not have some rich idiot look down their nose at him. he undoes the button on his jacket. it's a bloody expensive piece, isn't it? head to toe in something that he had spent a bloody fortune on. it's a funny thing, isn't it? you can play bloody dress up and they seem to know all about the whole "humble origins" as if that would make him feel any better.
well, at least he was here, here and alive at that! some of the guys from his unit hadn't made it that far. their names were someplace at the back of his mind, etched things. he was glad he hadn't been blown up at least. he could make a joke or two about that and that stirred little frowns and switch of subjects. as if a man had to feel bad about being alive. well, nothing about tonight would make it easier to sleep. nothing did. maybe something strong to drink and a pretty thing or two to take home. would they buy it if he told them the "humble origins" was all a bloody blur now? faces and names he should know lost half the time. things he'd rather forget flashing hot when he closed his eyes. it was a mistake to come here tonight. he's about to close the door when he notices her. the doctor, he had met her in passing earlier in the night. not likely to forget that one. he offers a smile as he holds the door opened for her. stepping aside so she can go through first. he gives her an extended look. maybe some company wouldn't be the worst. "it's a nice night out." he says the first thing that comes to his mind as his eyes follow her. the bloody woman was probably trying to make a call or something. sometimes the women at places like this hung a bloody do not disturb around their necks until they got a little bored. funny, that. he almost laughs about it. but bites back on it, tugging just to just slightly undo his tie.